Silent Torture
Pansy bit her lip as the Professor's bony hand crawled down her arm - the oily sweat trailing along the venom of a fire snail. The large grimy fingers swallowed her puny hand and the handle of her wand.
"Don't be scared, pretty one."
A foul breath assaulted her nose but she refused to flinch. Yet she couldn't stop the little tremor along her spine. She could feel the Professor's squat form pressed behind her. His wheezy chuckles brushed against the nape of her neck.
"Why don't you teach the little miscreant what happens to those who defy the powerful?"
Pansy stared at the nameless third-year at her feet. His chubby face was openly scowling at her in sheer defiance but the shadow of fear was clear in his brown eyes. She didn't know whether to be disgusted at such open emotions or jealous...
"Crucio!"
The screams resounded through the room. The other skeletal hand snaked its way around her waist, pinning her to the monster behind her while the boy thrashed on the floor, his shouts clawing out of his throat. Pansy couldn't help but feel the pang of envy – at least, he got to scream during his tortures...
Written for Pairing the Character - Drabble Competition
Pairing: Pansy/Amycus
Written for The Restricted Collection (Challenge - NO DEADLINE)
Prompt: 29. No 'major' characters
